Where did it come from--
this need, this compulsion?
If I knew the answer,
we wouldn't be sitting here, would we?
Well, how did it begin?
- Please, put that away. - No, no.
Please, I'm begging you. Do not do that!
All right, all right, look, I'm just gonna text her.
And say what?
You met this chick three hours ago.
"It was nice meeting you earlier,"
"what are you doing this weekend?"
I'm literally gagging from the stench of desperation.
So I can't give her any indication that I'm interested?
You show her you're interested by ignoring her.
That's the stupidest thing you've ever said.
Dude, I'm only trying to help you
hold on to a little dignity here.
If dignity means spending another Thanksgiving
without a girlfriend, I think I'm gonna try
to un-dignify for a change, all right?
I'll see you later.
"Nice...
"Meeting you...
Earlier."
Hello?
Hank?
Hello?
"What are you doing this weekend?"
Dude, you scared the hell out of me!
It's not my fault.
Hey!
Doh!
Oklahoma--
Patrick Birdwell, 28 years old.
Tulsa P.D. found his body just after 9:30 last night.
- Wow. - Now that's dedication.
It's pretty bad. I'm guessing that's not all.
Second victim--
he was found six blocks away. 11:15.
00 a.m.,
four blocks away from the second.
All are white males.
All were beaten to death with a blunt instrument--
an aluminum bat.
Three bodies in one night?
All within a four-hour time frame,
all within two miles of each other.
Could be some sort of gang initiation.
Looks a little too angry, too personal.
Man in a hoodie beat the victim to death
with a baseball bat.
- That's a busy man. - See, the image is so degraded
we can't get a positive identification,
but we could tell that this attack was totally unprovoked.
If he killed three in four hours,
he's unlikely to stop anytime soon.
The weapon is unusual,
but it does appear to be a spree.
We all know that spree killers won't stop until they're killed
or they kill themselves.
So it's not a question of if he's gonna strike again.
It's a question of when. Wheels are up in an hour.
There's just this thing that grabs hold of them.
I don't know how or why or where it comes from...
But it's like an oil slick.
It's big and impenetrable,
and it kills everything in its path.
It just swallows you up.
When it grabs hold of you, it never lets go.
♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 1x08 ♪ Night Hawks Original Air Date on April 6, 2011
-- sync, corrected by elderman --
Agent Cooper, sir.
Sam. I work for a living.
Dave Richardson. Tulsa P.D.
These are my team-- Agent Sims,
Griffith, Rawson, and LaSalle.
We have a command center set up for you.
It should have all the resources that you need.
This is where we found the first victim--
Patrick Birdwell,
he's a fifth-grade teacher.
He was having drinks with friends.
He got in his car to go home.
- There were no witnesses? - Not that we identified--
just the security camera footage.
The unsub was exposed here. He was vulnerable here.
No way this was quiet.
Parking lot outside a popular bar is pretty risky.
It's sloppy. He was being careless.
Or acting on impulse, like he couldn't control himself.
Man we're looking for is a spree killer.
He's killed three people in a two-mile radius.
So if he kills again, he'll kill close by.
That's the good and the bad news.
Okay, Gina, let's go to the M.E.,
see if we can collect some victimology.
We're gonna get set up at that command center--
thank you very much--start doing some comparative analysis.
Leave her with you.
There's my little beauty.
Today's the day.
It wasn't my fault! Why don't you leave me alone?
Hey, Gina, take me through the progression.
Okay, we know the first victim was a teacher,
only recently relocated to Tulsa from Connecticut.
Hey!
Friends report he had no known enemies,
and he was excited about a girl he met last night--
no indication of what was about to happen.
Second victim--
graduate student who lived in a studio loft
above where his body was found.
Went out for a smoke, never came back.
- So that's our point one. - No. No.
Because none of the other victims smoked.
Victim number three--
security guard, father of a one-year-old child,
never came back from his evening shift.
All right, so that's point one.
This is a high-risk pool.
I mean, all these guys would fight back,
especially the security guard.
So the unsub is outwardly unthreatening.
He doesn't trigger that fight-or-flight reflex
until it's too late to do either one.
- This is odd. - What is?
They're all the same age,
weight, height, sex, same general coloring.
They all wear glasses?
That is an incredibly preferential victimology.
That's point two.
He's going after...
A very specific person.
That is point three.
The first attack appears to be all impulse.
It's rash. It's indiscreet.
It's a semi-lit public area.
He locked onto his target, took them by surprise,
and unleashed-- but look at this, right?
His tactics seem to change between victims one and two.
He spots victim two in the alley,
but this time, he doesn't act strictly on impulse as before.
Lightbulb fragments.
It looks like he kills the light in the alley
before he attacked.
He came after him in the dark, right?
No light, no witnesses. He planned this one.
He's training himself to be a better killer.
The third victim, security guard--
car's found a mile away from his girlfriend's apartment.
No signs of struggle inside the car.
Probably used a ruse to get him out.
- At night, no less. - This unsub's evolving.
Evolution is a mighty big idea
for four hours' worth of carnage.
Walk me through the physical trauma on the victims again.
The first victim,
most of the trauma was expedient.
It was necessary.
There's very little excess damage.
The second was concentrated mostly in the facial region.
By the time he got to the third,
well, we kept his face covered for a reason.
The more he kills, the angrier he gets.
He thinks that the kills are gonna satisfy him,
but they just give him a quick fix.
The high wears off, he has to kill again,
each time more intensely than the last.
He doesn't just want to kill these men.
He wants to erase them.
Sam Cooper, you old so-and-so.
Penelope, we're here at the morgue in Tulsa.
We just finished examining the bodies.
And postmortem examination made you want to call me?
I find myself planted firmly betwixt touched
and totally skeeved out.
I need you to look up violent offenders
who've recently been let out on parole in the Tulsa area.
And I want you to cross-check that with psych patients
who've recently been discharged from institutions.
Your wish is my command, good sir.
Were you able to find any connection
between these victims for us?
Ah, I looked like crazy.
I figuratively jumped in their carburetors
and shimmied out their tailpipes.
But I can't seem to find any other links.
Try searching for crimes perpetrated by white males
in their mid to late 20s in Tulsa over the past year,
specifically men who wear glasses.
For some reason, our unsub is focusing his rage
on that type of victim.
- Okay, that totally helps. - Fast, Penelope.
It's the only speed I'm good at, my liege.
Thanks, Penelope.
He's becoming more violent.
But also more controlled.
He won't be able to maintain it long.
He can plan, he can calculate, but spree killers
are always right on the brink of losing control.
All I'm asking for is a few extra hours a week.
Listen, I--
Just for the short-term, Howard,
till I can get the medical bills paid.
Then I give you my word-- I can't do it.
She's sick, Howard. She's 63 years old,
and they're gonna throw her out of the hospital.
I can't take care of her by myself--please!
I can't give you the extra shifts.
I'm sorry about your wife, but the money just isn't there.
Also, I've been meaning to tell you...
I'm having you transferred to graveyard starting next week.
Graveyard? Why?
You move slower than every other guy on the rotation.
Graveyard's a better fit.
Is that so?
I'm gonna level with you, all right?
Nobody here wants to work with you.
I've had complaints from every single guy on the floor.
Now, I could just fire you,
but I know things have been hard on you,
and I'm trying to do you a favor.
What happened... It wasn't my fault.
People can't keep blaming me.
Who else are they supposed to blame?
I didn't say you could sit there.
You have something to say, say it to me!
Say it!
Hey, let him go! Let him go!
I want you out of here.
You try to come back, I'm calling the cops.
You firing me?
Get out.
Today's the day.
Our unsub is a ticking time bomb.
It's been...Ten hours since his last kill.
He's not likely to remain dormant for much longer.
So let's track this.
What do we know about these locations?
There's nothing to suggest
they have any personal significance for him.
There's no consistent tactical advantage to any of them.
It's just as if he's, like, trolling around for anything.
- Or he's hunting. - But the victims are personal.
They all fit an extremely preferential profile--
the age, race, height, weight.
They all wear glasses.
I mean, that has to stand for something for the unsub,
something deeply personal. These are all young,
able-bodied men who've been fatally beaten
with a baseball bat.
You think there's something significant about the weapon.
No, I think there's something significant
about the preferential profile and about the anger.
What if these victims are just surrogates
for the true target of the unsub's rage,
somebody he feels enormous animosity and rancor for?
Let's say it's somebody who bullied him,
humiliated him, or in some way harmed his family.
The important thing is this--
he feels persecuted.
And somehow these people here
embody that sense of torment.
And if our unsub is a true spree killer,
then he's working his way up towards the main event.
I've seen this type before. It'll go on and on and on
till it's no longer gratifying,
at which point he will be forced to pursue
the true target of his anger.
I'm sorry.
Who is this?
I killed him. It was me.
It was always me. Where's David?
Let me speak to my son.
Will I ever be forgiven...
For what I've done?
Where's my son? Let me speak to him!
Hello? Who is this?
David Harrison-- 26 years old.
His mother called us immediately
after she got off the phone with the killer.
She knew David had been hiking. She came straight up.
She found the body. And where's the phone now?
We searched the area. It's gone.
Why does he want it? Why would he want it?
- A trophy. - Covering his tracks maybe.
- You run a trace on it? - It's turned off.
The only hope of tracing is if he decides to use it again.
He staged this.
Closed the eyes. Covered the body with leaves.
Killing's just as brutal as the other ones.
This time... He showed some remorse.
Talking to the victim's mother will do that to you.
- Talk to your witness? - Please.
We had an argument this morning.
I told him he was too old to still be living at home.
He was working as a waiter. It wasn't--
I didn't think that he...
That he was trying.
And I made him feel so small.
I wish there was something I could say or do
to lessen your pain, Mrs. Harrison.
I can only tell you that...
What happened to your son had nothing to do with you.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, but I will need to talk to you
about that phone call you had.
Was there anything distinctive about his voice?
Did he use any words or phrases
that you thought were unusual?
Please don't make me talk about this anymore.
Mrs. Harrison, I fully intend to catch the man
who did this to your son.
And the truth is that...
Your contact with him
is the key that can help me do that.
What are you saying?
I want you to talk to the press.
I want you to reach out to him.
No.
You spoke with him before. You've had a big impact on him.
If we can contact him again,
we might just be able to locate where he is.
He killed my son!
Yeah, I understand that, but there are four other mothers
who lost their son in the last two days,
and he's not gonna stop unless we find him.
And, ma'am... You can help us.
She's 63 years old.
You can't just throw her out of the hospital!
And I told you I was gonna get you the money, didn't I?
I just need a little more time.
This is my wife we're talking about here,
for God's sake.
We can't continue to treat a patient
without some kind of financial--
She's going to die! Do you understand me?
After all she's been through, she will not survive.
I wish there was something else that could be done.
I'm sorry. You asked me...
If you could ever be forgiven for what you did.
And I've searched my heart,
and I believe there's forgiveness for everyone.
I believe you are truly sorry for your actions.
I believe you are looking for salvation.
Please call the police.
Turn yourself in.
No, no, I do understand.
Yes, that's why you left a note on the body.
Okay, thank you for wasting my time.
You too. Another crank call, huh?
Just another idiot looking for their 15 minutes.
It's Muhammad and Malvo all over again.
- I read you worked that case. - You know that the cops
hung up on the D.C. sniper three times
before realizing they were talking to the real guy?
All the linguistic clues were there.
But by the time anyone would listen to me,
I had been...
Shall we say...
- Fired. - Yeah, well, when you
put it like that, yes, I was fired.
That's the victim's number.
You guys. Guys.
David Harrison's cell phone.
- Here we go, p. - Ready, willing, able.
This is Sam Cooper of the FBI.
Who am I speaking with?
I want to talk to the boy's mother.
Valerie told me that, uh, you apologized
when you spoke with her, how sorry that you are
about the whole-- It's my dime, all right?
You don't know the first thing about me.
You're right. I don't. I want to.
Help me to understand what's going on.
I'm sorry. What was your name again?
I don't know where it came from,
this...
Darkness.
Did it come from me?
There's a darkness inside of all of us.
We all have things that we regret,
things we don't understand.
I struggle with that every day.
But the fact that you called me
proves that you want to change,
that you're searching for a way to get back.
I can help you with that if you let me.
I'm not some sooner, okay?
I did everything I was supposed to,
everything I thought was right. Right about what?
People blame me anyway.
Now...
I'm just proving they were right all along.
Penelope.
Did you trace that call? Totally.
I triangulated the signal off cell towers in the area.
The call's coming from Sand Springs which is a suburb,
and based on the location of the tower
from where the call was pinged, it's within 20 miles.
How many people live in Sand Springs?
19,000.
For all we know, he could still be on the move.
If he turns that phone back on, I can totally track him.
Wherever he is, the walls are closing in on him.
Given the obvious cadences, tone, and timbre of his voice,
we're dealing with an older gentleman.
Then you take the accent, combine it with a phrase
like "I'm not some sooner"-- he's local to Oklahoma,
possibly even Tulsa.
- Hmm. - He also referred
to the latest victim as "the boy."
Now, who refers to someone in their late 20s as a boy?
So he's probably a generation or two ahead of that,
maybe 50 to 65 years of age.
- Anything else? - He also mentioned
he was proving they were right all along,
not are--were.
So he's not even dealing with these crimes.
Crimes that he may have committed in the past.
- Great work, Beth. - Well, not really.
Psycholinguistically speaking, he was a piece of cake.
But thank you.
We're ready to give the profile.
The man you're looking for is a white male,
late 50s, mid 60s.
He's a native of Oklahoma, possibly even Tulsa.
He may have a record--
past crime that he's committed that still haunts the guy.
Based on his victimology,
we believe he's committed a previous crime
involving a younger male in his mid to late 20s.
This person has traumatized our unsub,
enraged him in some way.
He's established his area of control
within a five-mile radius of the first kill site.
We do expect him to remain within this radius
if and when he tries to kill again.
He's cooling off right now.
His remorse has made him vulnerable.
Let's take advantage of that while we still can.
- Pronto. - We got P.
Garcia, you got everybody here.
Okay, I good news, and I got bad news.
I ran everything through my crystal ball--
age, native of Tulsa, criminal history--
came up with 300 names.
Please tell us that's the bad news.
Well, it was until I narrowed the search to Sand Springs,
where our call came from, and found Mr. Kurt Trilling.
Let's talk about him, shall we?
58 years old, native of Tulsa,
and last year he was charged with four counts child rape.
- Convicted?- - Unh uh.
Insufficient evidence.
Now you can imagine the accusation, like ruined his life
was smeared all over the papers. And then...
there's a Ryan Wigler
28 years old, brother of one of the victims.
One evening he decides to round up some buddies
and spends the night beating Mr. Trilling
to a pulpy mess.
Medical records say that the bruises and injuries
Mr. Trilling sustained
were likely from a blunt-force object
like a baseball bat.
FBI! Open the door!
- What is this? - Kurt Trilling--
we need to speak to him. What's this about?
Ma'am, is he home? We need to speak with him right now.
No, he's not home. And you can't speak with him.
My brother was in a car accident two weeks ago--
critical condition.
Doctors say he won't walk again.
Why don't you people leave him alone?
Hasn't he been through enough?
You remember when we went to the Keys?
You told me you never wanted to leave.
So I picked this up off the beach for you,
told you it was our way...
Of bringing back a little piece of paradise for us.
I promised you we'd retire there together.
I am so sorry
I couldn't give you that life.
All I wanted was for us to be happy.
I'll see you soon.
Same murder weapon, same brutality,
same killer, with one big difference.
It's right over here. It's a mess.
Victim's name is Lawrence Millman--
63 years old.
This is completely off book.
It doesn't fit with our profile at all.
He's changed his victimology.
But why would he go from killing men in their 20s
to a man in his 60s? It doesn't make sense.
With the first four victims, this guy's killing
the same person again and again and again.
So who the hell's he killing now?
He's coming to the end of his spree.
It's getting harder for him to maintain control.
But this is a complete left turn in victimology.
Tactically, the only thing different between this attack
is the age of the victim.
Look at this brutality.
We're at the original level of fury,
no compunction whatsoever.
The one time...
that he showed remorse
was when he talked to the parent of the victim.
- So he's a parent himself. - Yes.
What if the victims are a surrogate for a son?
What could the son do
that could possibly enrage the father
to such a degree that he'd do something like this?
He said people blamed him for what happened.
If this is a father-and-son dynamic,
then he's carrying the guilt for what happened to his son.
Sam, he's on the phone again.
We're ready, Cooper.
Glad you called back.
Why is this happening?
I thought a lot about what you said earlier,
asking... where the darkness comes from.
It was me. It's always been me.
The world's treated you unfairly.
You know why?
You're searching for answers. So am I.
I've killed ten people!
There have only been five victims.
Did you say ten?
Are there other bodies that we haven't found yet?
Just because I didn't hold the weapon
doesn't mean I'm not responsible.
Ten people are dead because of me.
Ms. Garcia, please look up
all the homicides in Oklahoma committed by males
between the ages of 20 and 30
dating back as far as January of '05.
Do you believe in forgiveness, Agent Cooper?
I believe in absolution
through confession.
But you have to stop doing what you're doing first.
- Got a name? - Yes. Matthew Keane.
He murdered and dismembered five people
between '06 and '07 and was sentenced to life.
- He was killed in prison. - You know this case?
It was one of the worst things that ever happened here.
It was in the local news for months.
He never had a chance, did he?
Who? Who never had a chance?
I made him this way.
There's nothing he could have done...
to avoid it.
"I made him."
Those five other bodies he mentioned--
he didn't kill them. His son did.
Got anything on the parents, particularly the father?
Their names are Leonard and Elaine Keane.
After Matthew Keane was convicted,
Elaine had a nervous breakdown.
She lives in a convalescent hospital,
and Leonard still lives in Tulsa.
The father's become his son.
I never knew I had it in me.
I pushed it down so deep.
I tried to pretend it didn't exist.
Leonard, anger can destroy us.
It can eat away at us from the inside.
There's a way that we can come back, though.
Will you let me show you?
He hung up.
The call, all the personal details that he divulged--
he wants to be found.
This is his endgame.
Clear!
Coming in!
Clear!
- This is... - Matthew Keane's room.
We found bodies in here.
What, the killings happened here, in this room?
Not the killings. He brought the bodies here.
We found parts of them all over the room.
It's still hard to believe.
If your son was a serial killer,
wouldn't you want to tear this place down or at least move?
Well, he can't. He's stuck.
Every penny he makes goes to taking care of his wife.
They're prisoners, both of them.
Every day of that guy's life is torture.
Your kid grows up to be Matthew Keane,
you don't live that down.
Know where Leonard might be now?
No clue. Can't say any of us ever got that close to the guy.
Have you noticed any unusual behavior the past few days?
Uh...
He asked to pick up a few extra shifts
to help pay for his wife's medical bills.
I said no.
He got angry,
and he threw somebody up against the wall,
and I fired him.
Guys around here, they look at Leonard, and...
all they see is his son.
He gives everybody the creeps.
So you treat him that way.
Oh, come on, the guy drives around
with pictures of Matthew in his car.
Pictures of his son in the ca--the audacity!
Yeah, all right. It's not just that.
He even has his little league baseball bat in the backseat.
And this isn't just some son we're talking about.
This is Matthew Keane.
How are we supposed to treat him?
Do you think it's possible that you may have passed on
some sort of genetic propensity for obsession
or destructive behavior to your son?
I don't know where it came from.
That's the truth.
You do your best to raise your child right.
Some things...
you never can tell why they happen.
Well, look, it's been said that...
Our children are merely a reflection of ourselves.
So how do you respond to people who say
that you are somehow responsible for your son's crimes?
There's never a day that goes by
that I don't think about it--
the signs I missed,
what I could have done different.
I got to live with that for the rest of my life.
Elaine... You have some visitors.
She's been agitated all night.
Hasn't been able to sleep.
Does she always sketch like this?
Seems to be the only way she's able to communicate.
But we don't always understand what she's trying to say.
It's how she makes sense of things.
It's beautiful.
Keep your inner light burning.
You said Leonard was here earlier.
He visits every day.
But she was really upset when he left here tonight.
- What happened? - Nothing anyone saw.
When's the last time you spoke to him?
Earlier today. I reminded him he was going
to have to take Elaine out of the hospital within the week.
We just couldn't justify it financially anymore.
Thank you.
This could be what set him off.
In Leonard's mind, his son is still ruining his life
from the grave.
Can't even pay for his wife's care anymore.
It's like Matthew was killing her.
And he's killing Matthew.
But his anger's turned to remorse for his son now,
and he's turned that rage inward, onto himself.
And he's not gonna stop until he's dead.
"Why her and not you?"
They all look like they were written
by the same person.
And they're all dated the 14th of every month.
Who would want to harass him that much?
Today's the 14th. I bet you he's got one in the mail.
I think we've moved past letters.
Hey, Penelope, it's Mick. You're on speakerphone.
I need you to find out if Leonard Keane's
had any stalkers, anyone who threatened him,
assaulted him, anyone who's tormented him in any way.
Okay, okay, okay, uh...
There was constant protestor presence outside the Keane home
during the trial. More long-term.
Whoever it is is still harassing him now.
Michael Nolan. Michael Nolan.
His daughter Melanie was killed by Matthew Keane in '07.
Nolan was very vocal in the press,
directed a lot of anger towards Leonard and Elaine.
When exactly was Melanie killed?
January 14, 2007.
Every month on the anniversary of her death.
"Why her and not you?"
In March of '09,
Leonard filed a restraining order against Nolan.
Apparently, in addition to the letters,
Leonard also had his car vandalized,
the windows of his house broken into.
He sued him in civil court.
Keane basically went bankrupt from the legal fees.
Nolan doesn't want to just harass him.
He wants to destroy him.
- I'm calling Cooper. - What do you know?
It's been going on since his son's trial.
So you think he's Keane's next target.
Wait. I'm gonna put you on speaker. Hold on.
Leonard's wife might have been the final stressor,
but this case is about guilt. It's about responsibility.
And, emotionally, this all comes back to Keane's son.
And the people who blame Leonard for what his son became.
Leonard Keane and Michael Nolan
have a history-- a tumultuous one.
The last victim-- white, male, in his 60s.
In this, Leonard is able to punish himself and Nolan.
That's what this whole rampage has been leading towards.
This is how he's gonna end this spree.
He's gonna kill Michael Nolan.
He's going to Nolan's house--
540 Carver Street. That's 540 Carver.
Michael!
Today's the day.
Code 1024 in progress.
Suspect is signal zero. Stand by for sit rep.
Matthew was really fond of your daughter.
You know that?
Everybody else, he killed them,
chopped them up, and threw them away.
But your daughter Melanie...
He went one further.
Stop it!
It's a standoff.
Nolan says if we step on the property,
he'll shoot him. He's not here to kill Nolan.
He's here to die.
I remember when the cops found her head.
Matt kept it locked up in a box inside his closet.
She was in there for months.
I made that.
I created him.
You were right all along!
Michael! Michael... Put the gun down.
I remember...
When I was a kid, I used to dream about murder.
Michael, listen to me. Listen to me, not to him.
Fantasized about it day and night.
- Michael, talk to me. - Stay away from me!
I didn't have the guts to do it like Matthew did.
He was braver than his old man.
Oh!
Pull it! Pull the thing!
- Stop! - He didn't kill your daughter!
And pulling that trigger...
Is not gonna bring her back.
My daughter...
My daughter was good.
And she always will be.
Do it!
- You're not a killer, Michael. - Pull it!
Just a word.
It's all right, Prophet.
He wasn't always bad, you know?
He was...
Kind...
And then he got lost.
He needed you to help him find his way back.
I didn't know how.
You walked by his room every day.
You never went in.
You never even opened the door.
Going into those dark places can be painful.
But we have to face things.
Can you ever come back?
We can try.
I remember when Matt was a little boy...
Maybe seven years old.
We were out back playing...
And Matt found this...
Bird, a little nighthawk.
And it was wounded, you know?
So we picked it up, took it inside, and...
Over the next couple of weeks,
we nursed it back to health.
And when it was all better,
we took it outside and let it free.
Matt stood there, watched it fly away.
I think that was the...
Happiest moment in his entire life.
That's the way I like to think of Matthew...
Just that little boy standing in the backyard,
staring up at the sky...
The sun shining on his face.
-- sync, corrected by elderman --